Illusion Illusion is the first of all pleasures Illusion is the magic trick that keeps us in a system of decline And pain and hope and our own truth. And then I settle down (in) a hole, Deep under the surface, where no eclipse will give me any warmth. Because my joy is a lie And the sun is the horror Because my joy is a lie And the sun is the horror You keep on telling me that everything will be alright You are so sure that there is just One truth - your truth - your holy truth And all my sorrows should be washed away with magic colored water And your two-headed ability to suppress everything we see. Sundown pleasures Sundown pleasures Bathed in blackness Driven by nightmares Sun down